Mark Strand

Rookie (Prince Edward Island, Canada)

Eating Poetry - Poem by Mark Strand

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.

I am a new man,
I snarl at her and bark,
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

Comments about Eating Poetry by Mark Strand

  • Rookie - 104 Points To Windward (4/11/2013 6:58:00 AM)

    Fab! Good pictures - love the idea of the bookish dark. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 53,998 Points Gajanan Mishra (4/11/2013 6:57:00 AM)

    New man always eat drink poems. good. and thanks.I like it.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 11, 2013

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